COFFEE TALKS and a lot more!

  Sitting by the windowpane she was reading her favourite book sipping hot coffee. He entered the room, smiled at her, and asked, “shall we go out?”. She placed the book marker and jumped out of the bed. It was the new year eve, the cafes, shops, restaurants, pubs all hung the offer banners, decorated with lights and flowers. The two walked in the beautiful street with their hands clasped, got into the pub, and sat at the terrace under the jewelled sky sipping bear. They spoke about their yesteryears, their lives now and their future, slowly they were getting high. They started speaking about having babies or not. He said, “it’s okay to have babies or not to have, both are fine”. She said, “Sometimes I love them, but sometimes I feel its okay not to have one!”. They walked back home sat at their warm place, spoke for hours and they did not realize when they slept.      The days passed it was then she was surprised by her missed period. She bought a pair of pink rub...

Standing before the hot odu/clay tawa watching the porous forming is such a bliss and sitting before the hot tawa on the kitchen slab to gobble it is another level😍 Soft Odu Dose loaded with Avocado dip?Soaked in Bellada Rave? Smeared with Spicy Chutney Pudi? 🤤 The one who always listens to all my customisation while making this for me  @sudarshanams  - Hard to find one(train?😬) Kick starting the Monday Morning (by kicking if the customisation is not satisfactory😝) Thank you so much  @bhatnbhat98  for such a promising recipe!!! It came out exactly the way you had explained 😇

  Every-time   I walk with my cotton bag on my shoulder and come across Chai Shops, I can't take off my eyes from those big glass jars filled with tindis😍😍 I just think of having such glass jars filled with Chakli,Kodubale, Nippat and all Crunchy stuffs. The very thought makes me feel so excited and I check if there is enough money, get into the shop buy all the things to make them. 🤤 I go home and prepare One Tindi that's Chakli  ,recollecting all the tips that my Subbi Ajji had told long back. Every step bringing the images of the end result - the glass jars filled with so many varieties of tindi/snacks. By then I feel so tired and in between whatever was prepared batch wise would be filled in my tummy there will be only the tissue papers left to fill the glass jars🤐 Cleaning the place I prepare some Kaapi, resist myself from further munching and put the remaining 5-6 Chaklis that's in my hand in a small dabba so I can enjoy them the next day after coming back home ...

Bliss is finding your beloved one already in the kitchen, who has set the stage ready as you enter the kitchen in the morning. The finely Chopped vegetables, the aroma of fresh decoction, the mixer plugged and the jar sitting beside, freshly grated coconut!!!Preparing the favourite breakfast becomes delightful. When one likes neer dosa with spiced up chutney and another, spiced up neer dosa with bellada rave/jaggery syrup - The Gloomy light through the Kitchen windows, sound of the downpour, cool breeze and the warm tawa making the day promising 😇😍 My Cooking Partner for life  @sudarshanams

We all had been to Shirdi Saibaba Mandir. My parents, grandparents, sister, uncle, aunt, cousins so many pronouns! So was the queue. I only remember my first step towards the main sanctum rest was automated. By the time I looked around and tried to figure out what is going on ,I had reached almost at the main sanctum. I could not find any of my people with whom I had started. There was an old couple who were talking to Pandit Ji and they picked some savouries lying at the Baba's feet. It was my turn to meet Baba after them.I waited, felt their conversation was too long, felt why waste the time and started filling the sweets and savouries from the heap.Pandit ji said namaskar and they just left. In the nick of time I was pushed to the exit already, I peeped from there to bid bye to baba(He bid me bye?!) I came out and within a couple of minutes found my people. My sister and cousins were looking at the  fat bag in my hand, google eyed.They pulled my hand and took me aside and asked ...

Most awaited Saturday had already gone and promised the new day to the dust happily enjoying every nook and corner of their home. We gird up the loins to start our Swatch Swagruha Campaign. The deep cleaning was done finally we enjoyed the fuming coffee looking at the min-mina(clean & tidy) home. We slept burying inside the sun kissed blankets that night. The breakfast pre-decided as Puttu+ Kadala Curry as it required no previous day preparations except for soaking some pulses. I loved making them. Filled the Puttu Stand with the mixture of grated coconut and rice rava, the aroma of boiling kadala curry making the gloomy kitchen more alluring. Meanwhile, I got ready, so I can have breakfast enjoying every single bite and then go to work. I came back to kitchen, Kept the new jar of ghee out to melt it later, Puttu toped with ghee- The imagination itself was so good and in reality, I couldn't wait any more! There was a big sound ! It had launched just like a rocket. The jar of gh...

  There is always a place, person or a thing that makes you feel you belong there the most ! Being there even for a few minutes just adds so much to our lives. Those are the tiny things that brings a smile while traveling alone, sitting beside the window, sipping fuming chai or when feeling gloomy. This cafe had that same feeling when we visited late in the night, the rich aroma of coffee embraced us. The cold breeze demanding some hot frothy Coffee. Sitting there gazing at the jewelled sky we had a conversation, this will be treasured so as take it out when it's needed the most❤️😇 My Coffee Partner forever  @sudarshanams

Few expressions speaks so much more than words!Many a times  those expressions remain in our heart and it just appears as we close our eyes and bring back the warm feeling instantly lighting up the mood❤️ That evening in the ceremony she gave me the string of Jasmine, the string was so long, adorning this enchanting beauty itself made me feel so excited. Since it was so long I asked her "This much?! All for me!"Her expression said that "So deep is the love of your beloved one towards you!" May be just a belief, but that expression simply brought the face of my beloved one before me😍 Every time I see the string of this pure soul definitely her expression make its appearance 😇

Each time I see Gulab Jamoon it takes me back to our MSc days. We have made innumerable memories together .Our Shimla trip was one of the fun filled journey. We lived each second like tomorrow doesn't exist. After visiting Indian Institute of Advanced study we were taken for shopping in the Mall road. In chilling cold it was Raaz busy shopping some warm clothes for her nephew. I searched some food shop to taste the food of Shimla .We went down the streets by following the map for about 20 minutes and somehow found a sweet shop surrounded by people managed to get gulab jamoon dipped in fuming hot sugar syrup. On that chilling night , watching the moon having hot tastiest Gulab Jamoon, seeing the fumes coming out of it... Raazu said we are lost ,yes I said anyone for that matter for this taste Raazu .She said that she was telling about how to get back to the mall road and my jaw dropped looking at the watch !It was already 9:20 pm and we are asked to be there at th...

The cold made me to pull up the blanket back. I crawled inside the warm blanket. After sometime when the morning bell rang I tried hard to open my lazy eyes and checked my phone. There was a text blinking “Check online”. The moment I switched on the data, the messages flooded into my phone. The employees had called for the national strike thus the college remained closed that Saturday. I rubbed my eyes, stretched my arms and looked at the big clock presented by my best friends which said it was 5:35. I stepped down the floor and realized how cold it was. I switched on the geyser meanwhile made some hot water for the fresh decoction. Splashing hot water on the face was the real feast. I sat there in front of the little fireplace in a warm chair with a mug of fuming hot frothy coffee. I looked at the clock again.   It was 6:05. I felt sipping hot coffee, recollecting the memories is the best part on this gloomy day of the winter. It was the last Saturday I would spend here in ...

The bus stop in the morning was full of people with their eyes eagerly awaiting the chariot which would carry them to their work palace. I stood along hoping to get a seat, I laughed within thinking how funny it is to get a single ticket while I carry my baby in my womb. The bus arrived, I managed to compete with the people. Holding the supporting rod with my tightened lips I boarded the bus. The day was promising as I could get a seat. My mind started thinking about the office duties, the customers - a few very obliging and a few thoughtless.Meanwhile the bus had reached the bank stop. I got down walked for a few minutes reached the bank. Sitting in my chair I sighed.     At sharp 10.A.M I started  the departmental work, the customer queries, account opening. Since it was  satellite branch it had only 3 staffs where only I knew the local language so most of the customers came to me regarding their queries. Since the bank remains close the next day ,there was a m...

There are a few places around us which are alluring. They hypnotize us making us to stay there for long time, simply admiring at it with a pleasant mind. One such place was Kaiwara, a small town which is just 65km away from Bengaluru city. It is known to people because of Saint Narayanappa who is popularly known as Kaiwara Thathaiah.        As a little boy he was influenced by his parents Kondappa-Muddamma who led a prayerful life. They worshipped Amara Nareyana. His father was a bangle seller which Thathayya had taken up after his marriage. He always had a desire to know the path of self realization. Though he was a bangle seller he neither had greed for making profit nor he asked for the actual cost. He only accepted money if they gave it to him. As said by Swami Vivekananda “When all the desires are given up the vey man becomes god”,young Narayanappa had given up all his desires. He left home, meditated in Sri Lakshmi Narasimha Swami Cave and attained inner happ...

That evening I received the call from my sister.We spoke regarding the ceremony where we had recently met. After which she asked what I had prepared for dinner.I said her that my companion had left for native so I had no mood to cook anything and satisfied my hunger with some fruits.She could surely resonate with it.   After the call I made ginger tea,sat in the  balcony. Evening breeze,the orange sky,the dusk slowly taking over the day everything looked dull but the plants in the balcony fluttering for breeze were so promising. They were given by Radha Krishna mama.    Radha Krishna mama , he is an encyclopedia.The man who answers the questions related to Mangalyan.Who gives best suggestions for investment,Who can recognize the music note,what not?!    His wife had ended her life because of her never curing disease,his daughter deserted him which he couldn't avoid.He was cheated by his own brother and missed the great opportunity of becom...

When the door bell rang it was around 6:45pm on that Saturday.I opened the door as I was anticipating Prajwala Prajju arrival. We exchanged the smile not because we had met after long time but because I had understood how disgusted she was climbing four flights of stairs after bearing long hours of traffic !     Once she placed her bag on the table she sank into the chair and sighed with relief.I looked at her face. We both burst into laughter. I asked her to relax for sometime after which we could have some ginger tea followed by Neer Dosa which she loved.    She sat on the kitchen slab, windows beside her were wide open.Gush of air caressing her. She was quietly looking at the busy flyover.The kitchen slowly started filling with the aroma of brewing Ginger tea,Melting  of ghee on dosa.      I asked  if something bothered her.She said "how embarrassing it is to travel in a bus,walk in a street , sometime to work at our company ...

This little feather reminded me of her, Pretty woman with the feather cut... Her soul was as beautiful as she was! It was almost 4 years ago when I was pursuing my BSc in Agnes.On one Saturday after the classes I reached the bus station around 1:45 p.m.My eyes searching for Manglore -Madikeri express.When I found it ,It appeared as though the bus was awaiting my arrival.My eyes were searching for three seater singly occupied by any woman.I spotted one such, went there and placed my 3 bulky bags and glanced at the person.   She was a pretty young lady.She looked very spruce in her elegant outfit and her feather cut hairstyle added to it.She smiled at me.I too smiled at her. I started thinking she looks so polished and charming, what if starts showing off!How can I bear her throughout my journey?!Anyhow, I said myself  to simply ignore all those and read my book or listen to Taylor Swift She asked my name,offered some fruits and said that she couldn't have her lunch as s...

5:30 a.m -Alarm shouts top of it's voice. Sushan untangles himself and wakes up saying that he would wake up and I can stay asleep. I too wake up with a fussy face consoling myself by promising the lazy me ,the good sleep on Saturday and Sunday.     Anklets tied to our feet which dances with the tik-tok rythm of the clock. Sushan chops the veggies needed and greens for other chores.My feet starts dancing with every tik-tok of clock did-did-thai-did-did-thai, dough getting cooked for the rotis, The steam of boiling gravy, tempering for Chutney,The iron Tawa getting heated up, brewing tea, vessels filling in the sink!   The chiming of Pooja bell by Sushan at 7:00 a.m, the feet starts dancing Tha-ka-di-mi-tha. Toasted rotis, Hot gravy waiting to get packed.Melting of butter on Dosas, Ginger tea goes into the mug.The dancing feet pauses at the balcony.Waving at Sushan and reporting back to kitchen.The dance resumes and  finally stops  for Morning when all th...

Once we reached our hometown late in the night around 10 O'clock,I settled on the neatly set sofa like a piglet. Sipping hot filter coffee we started discussing about the rainfall .. I was delighted recollecting the sweet memories,The days when Radio was the only reliable source of media during monsoon.Waking up by 6 even without alarm set, to hear 'Pradeshika Varthe' where she said "ಕೊಡಗಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಂದುವರಿದ ಮಳೆ,ಶಾಲಾ ಕಾಲೇಜುಗಳಿಗೆ ೨ ದಿನಗಳ ರಜೆ ಘೋಷಣೆ"(2 days of leave sanctioned to all the schools and colleges due to heavy rain)After which I used to happily burry myself in the warm bed.  The holidays spent by hunting wild fruits like passion fruit,rose apple,star apple, berries. Fighting with each other for extra bamboo shoot pieces in the curry, stream fishing, making paper boats, playing dice games,chennamane, awaiting to hear about the filling of Bethri Bridge so that we get more holidays.. Today when we go home it's not the same,the monsoon is not joyous!The...

 It was our final year MSc organic chemistry practical exam.We had to learn so many organic reaction and their mechanisms,by the time I reached the 5-6th equation I used to forget the rest !I decided to go through these equations only after revising other experiment.My friend Sushmitha Naik (Sussmi)had written all these equations and practiced ,I asked her that set of papers to study she said that she would give it little later,fine I waited for sometime and she gave it,she had written each equation clearly may be thrice.I was going  through those equations by then it was time to stand in attendance order to pick the token numbers,so I hurriedly put those set of papers in my record and stood. My turn came and my token number was 1.I felt so dejected ,many thoughts popped up in my mind.What if I'm unable to write the equations,what I fail to do well in viva and so on.I said myself not to worry and to be calm.Fine the external called my number I went and sat before him.He ...

It was the flight from Bali to Singapore, Though we separated by aisle I was equipped with my plans.Sushan had a good plan of going to deep sleep as he thought that he may not get hassled.How can I allow this to happen😉  I saw my row,a well built man was next to me and next to him was an empty seat,I asked him if he knew about the occupancy of that seat.He with a big smile said that he was anticipating his cousin there.My mind said that it may be a girl otherwise why will he give up window seat!After sometime another man came and occupied that window seat😝  I glanced at Sushan,next to him was a man, struggling to keep his baby quiet.Even before I think about it someone poked me ,I turned to the lady with a baby in her hand,I didn't speak anything just got up and gave her the way and she thanked me.   I sat there, diagonally opposite to Sushan,all my dreams of annoying him came down crushing.The crew person gave a final call where he said there are a few seats rem...

  I was said not to forget to close the windows as chilling breeze fills the room by morning .I started howling saying that I always forget things just to annoy him and to see the face he makes. Unfortunately  he was not annoyed, instead he was calm. Within I felt Oh-no! ,which I managed to hide.  The next day or the same night around 3 I couldn't bear the cold then I realized that I had not closed the windows after my long conversation over phone in the balcony also how I howled to annoy him.  Slowly I got up from the bed and made sure that he was asleep and started pulling some clothes I could find around and wore them on my pyjamas and slept quietly.Asusual he woke up the alarm and me along.He asked to touch the floor.It was frozen.I jumped out of the bed.He goggled at me and was trying to control his laughter. He said even after waking up in the mid night getting dressed for a fancy dress someone forgot to shut the window.I looked at the window but i...